Friday
night -
Our 30th reunion was held Friday, August 27th through the 29th,
1993. Several showed up the first evening for a get-together by
the pool at the Desert Inn in Lancaster. The weather was perfect,
the company great, the food delicious and the best part was that
no one looked any older than they had 30 years before. Perhaps
that's why our eyesight begins failing us after forty.

Saturday
-a picnic was held in the afternoon at
Lancaster City Park. Many brought their children or grandchildren,
their parents and friends. It was such a lovely day - warm, of
course, very warm. The wind blew. But, for those who had moved
away, it was more than perfect because it made them realize why
they moved away. Coming back every five to 10 years was enough.
Those who still live here don't know any better so why tell them
life could be different elsewhere?

Saturday
Evening - everyone who had attended the
picnic went back to their homes or hotels and got the dust off
their teeth and put on their dancing shoes for an evening consisting
of dinner, dancing, seeing more new friends and participating
in our program. We should have taken a poll of those who hadn't
stayed up this late in years. Few left early which is always the
sign of a very good evening. Many went on to the Antelope Valley
Inn to close down the place.

Sunday
Morning -
Some were up bright and early Sunday morning to have brunch with
those who were still left.

It seems that
each reunion is a little better than the last one. As the years
go by, everyone seems to be more relaxed than they were in the
years before. No one is as shy as they were in high school. It
really is so hard to believe that the AVHS Class of '63 has hit
the big 5-0 (an it's gone beyond that). Did it seem to go by as
fast for everyone else? It seemed that only yesterday we were
going to guidance counselors to map our futures while now we're
planning on when and how we're going to retire (for some that
has come already.)

We were kids
then and now our kids are going to their 15th and 20th reunions.
Some of the grandchildren are heading up to graduate from high
school.

Nineteen ninety-eight
is the 35th anniversary of our graduation. Our next reunion will
take place in the new Millenium and we'll be closer to sixty.
Again I ask, where has the time gone? And, how did it go so quickly?